Page 100 of I.S.O Daddy

Now.

She wanted him deep inside her.

“Please, Daddy,” she whined, but he just shushed her as he slid his boxers down his strong legs. He was even bigger than she’d anticipated. A thick, throbbing vein wrapped around it, and her mouth watered, needing to taste him. She wanted to trace that vein with her tongue.

“Spread your legs, pretty girl,” he murmured. Her eyes widened. Was this it then? She was about to lose her virginity? He didn’t say anything as she spread them and he crawled onto the bed, settling himself between them.

He lowered his mouth to her peaked nipple, and she gasped, arching up into him. “Daddy!” she cried. She liked the way his mouth felt, the way his tongue moved.

She wanted more.

He moved to the other nipple, gently scraping his teeth along it. Her head thrashed back and forth, the pleasure almost too much. The more she moved, the more the plug shifted inside her, and the more she needed to come.

Her pussy was dripping, her clit aching. She needed it. Needed him.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, kissing the center of her chest.

“I need to come,” she groaned. “Please let me.”

“I haven’t even touched you,” he chuckled.

“Touch me, then. Please.”

“This is a punishment, pretty girl. You’re not allowed to come.”

“But—”

“I can add another spanking,” he said, and her mouth clamped shut. She didn’t want that.

But maybe if she was a good girl for him, he’d change his mind and let her come. That was a solid plan. She could do that. She could totally do that.

“Lay nice and still, baby. Daddy wants to play for a bit.”

He snaked down her body, and then his face was between her legs. She’d never had anyone that close to her pussy before, had never had anyone’s tongue on her clit.

But she liked it. A lot.

Jett sucked on her clit, rolling it between his lips as he drove her pleasure up. Then his thick fingers were at her entrance, and he pressed them inside. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you milking my cock.”

“Please!” she screamed. “Fuck me!” He paused and looked up at her. The stupid toy tied to her stomach was in the freaking way, so all she could really see was his eyes.

“Not tonight,” he said. “But soon.”

Then he dove back in, licking her clit and fingering her until she was nearly in tears. Every time she got close, he pulled back and let her settle down, then he dove back in.

It was driving her insane.

“Daddy! I need it. Please. Please. Please. Please—” She wasn’t above begging. Right now, all she wanted was to come. All she wanted was to feel his cock stretching her until he filled her with his cum.

He didn’t give her what she desperately wanted, though. Instead, he pulled away, his lips and beard glistening. His body hovered over hers as he pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste herself. She licked his lips, sucking on them and his tongue, savoring her flavor. She liked it. She wanted to taste more of herself.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to hers. “You’re perfect.”

“You would be too if you let me come,” she said, and his face fell into her neck as he laughed.

“I guess I’m not perfect then.” He kissed her again, and she shifted her hips, feeling his cock rubbing against her thigh.

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